This post is for my friend Amanda. She does not read my blog, but if I tell her I wrote a post for her she will start to feel guilty and then have to check it every once in a while. It's all part of my continuing mission to attract new readers (...my brain really wanted me to continue that sentence with "explore strange new worlds").

Also, my goal for today is to finish watching Lawrence of Arabia.

My Husband is Cool Pt. 1,455,987

So I know I blog about this topic quite a bit, but Matt and his awesomeness happen to be my #2 favorite topic for blogging, so I'm going for it.

Matt and I have been slowly (really slowly) trying to prepare our house for a baby. So far this has mostly consisted of conversations and brainstorming but no real action. To be frank I find the task of re-decorating our house a little daunting in my current state. I like how it is now, and since I don't have a billion dollars to spend buying all new furniture and organizational tools, it requires creativity and that can be a challenge. Usually I am up to such a challenge but for some reason this is hard to get moving on. Perhaps it is me attempting to cling to our last few months as a newlywed couple before being plunged into the reality of parenthood. Anyway, for whatever reason, we haven't really been on top of this stuff yet.

One of the things we have been discussing is how to squeeze our office into another room of the house and this has led to some slight disagreements (not really arguing, just a differing of opinion). I really wanted to buy a computer armoire. I liked the idea of everything being tucked away and neat (a place for everything and everything in its place). I also liked the idea of having something that can close up so that cords, papers and little baubles are out of a crawling baby's reach. Matt liked the desk that we have and didn't agree that a new piece of furniture was really necessary. I think he was also worried about having enough space for all of our office supplies.

We have been looking around for a while, but hadn't come to an agreement on anything. Well, this week Matt started looking and sent me a link to some well-priced furniture on Craigslist. I said it looked pretty good and Matt went and bought it-- for less than the asking price-- and then he and his dad (who is also endlessly helpful... perhaps more on that later) went and picked it up in Oregon City. It needs to be refinished, so today we went out and got the materials to do it and Matt has volunteered to take care of it all by himself (I can't really stain things in my current condition). And guess what-- it's an armoire. :)

I am relieved to have this out of the way and SO thankful that Matt took charge and is getting things done. Plus, he gave up what he wanted and took on a big project to please me and get our house ready for the baby.

Also, while I lazed about typing this, he fixed our toilet (it has been broken for awhile). It is really a blessing to have such a handy husband. I consider myself to be pretty savvy with tools and home repairs but half the time I would be lost without him. Seriously.

Anyway, Matt is currently out in the garage so I feel like maybe I should be doing some wifely things like laundry and dishes rather than spend all day blogging... :)

I think my dream job is to be a professional organizer. I know that's kind of a weird job, but I really think I would thrive on it and be good at it. The only problem is, though this industry clearly exists, I really have no idea how I would go about getting into it.

I think most of the time that these people start their own businesses. I could probably do that, but I would much rather join someone else who is already successful. Plus, it is a financial risk.

a poem

Recently my blog may have attracted quite a following. And by that I mean two coworkers now know of its existence and may someday visit it (but probably not). Regardless, I have decided to step it up a notch.

I may have already posted this once before, but it was probably about 5 years/500 posts ago, so no one will remember. This is a translation of a poem I wrote my senior year of high school for a french assignment. It is so much better in french but unfortunately I have lost the original and the ability to re-translate it so now all I have is the english version (and a snippet of the french over there below my picture).

When the shadows on my windowsill
Become sunlight dancing through the panes
and I've danced along upon this street
and felt the brush of gentle rain...

My whitewashed mind, it walks alone
Upon a beach bright as the dawn,
With waves that break over the rocks
and whisper to me, "Time goes on."

The thoughts that run across my mind
In patterns like the wings of doves
Leave me to try to catch their flight
In search of morals, truth and love.

The bare feet of my youthful mind,
Splashing free in salty tides,
Know nothing but the haggard seagulls
And the selfish way in which they pry.

To indulge my childhood pleasures
I let my innocent thoughts run free
and in my fingers hold a pencil
To record the things I see.

But upon this beach there is naught to find
But rocks and waves and pure white sand
and I know the world has more to offer
Than the grains I hold within my hand.

So away from the beach I slowly stride,
and leave childhood to play alone.

Does anyone out there speak two languages fluently enough to read/write? Because as much as I hated taking french, I used to love translating between the two. English is so raw and clunky in comparison. I have an abysmal accent, but if I still remembered how, I would always write in french because it is so beautiful and poetic.